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In an Other day, soft and careful-hearted

non-dual beings will come to disrupt politico-corporate 

order and the police will take off their clothes 

right down to their feet touching the ground. 

Non-dual queers will climb platforms and podiums 

where microphones will capture the sound of freedom 

in song speak. Words will go in exile for silence 

to usher a new era.The sky will smell of incense. 

Weapons will haunt cavities in the earth 

where steel aluminum copper and metal 

were once extracted to target unwilling bodies 

in lands that observed but could not act. 

No one will be shot any where at all. 

No one's home will be bombed by drones. 

No one will have to survive amid debris and 

the dead. Death will be a gathering a walk a dance 

a song a howl a rivered permission to flow through 

and alongside life. The wall built by the border 

will crack on its own and trees will fill their branches 

and thick green leaves along the crevices. 

Border will no longer mean an end, the law

guards, documents, separation, concentration camps. 

Everyone's hands will be tied to their hearts. 

This connection will be one's passport. 

Gender will come and go as it pleases. 

There will no longer be a need to verify one's identity. 

All the intersections and struggles or non-struggles 

will be narrated by a four year old girl 

in her own language. Sometimes there will be 

only gestures. Sometimes loud screams. Sometimes 

uncontrollable crying. No woman will go missing 

or disappeared or killed from misogyny. Ni una menos. 

Everyone will know at least one pain in their lineage. 

This will slow people down. 

The Amazon will recover. 

The ice-caps will have no more need to mourn 

in place of humans. The polar bears will go on living 

safe in their heritage. There will no longer be countries. 

Justice will be administered by the weather. 

All the stolen settled lands will come 

under the collective rule of ancestors passed 

and ancestors to be. No one will own property. 

There will be no desire to own anything. 

Everyone will be aware of their feet and the channels 

in their bodies. Money will be recycled into energy

to power stoves for cooking big meals

to feed everybody. 

Food will be grown in balconies, living rooms,

backdoor gardens, rooftops and street sidewalks -

all green and dense in the summer

to cool down homes in the vicinity. 

Cars will have long become extinct -

their parts transformed into residencies

where anyone can create without the need

to call themselves an artist. 

People's race will be the pets they keep,

class will be the rituals they practice,

sex will be anything that gives one consensual pleasure.

Norms will be a name in a Dutch-speaking land -

pronounced Noomsh. 

Time will be enough. And fear will always be 

called in, listened to, transformed.

Public transport will be free.

Education will be free.

Freedom will mean freedom and peace

will mean peace. 

There will still be suffering as there will still be joy,

but these will be experienced through the wisdom

of the stars and the planets and the galaxy, 

meaning suffering will not be brought on or generate reactions

from earthly events. People will have mastered

breathing through difficulty.

Prisons will be abolished.

Punishment will be unnecessary. 

Everyone will live and die

in uninterrupted cycles

of being and non-being.

The sun will rise and set

happily.